A Wine Rant and Angle Play

Besides the typical shots of genitals and general fuckery, sometimes I like to try more interesting shots. Of course, the idea of interesting is relative, but I'm diggin' these, so maybe you will too. Did I mention I'm buzzing on wine? About wine: love it, can't get enough of it. I never drank wine much before I visited Paris for a month. Now I'm all about some wine. In Paris, it was cheap as hell, you could get deliciously wasted off like three euros (not to mention the lower drinking age). It was marvelous. Back in the motherland, it's much more expensive, but that doesn't change the taste. One of my goals in life is to become a wine connoisseur. Right now my favorite is Rex & Goliath's pino grigio. Recently, Jarrett and I got somewhat hooked on a Wine Cube of 2011 California Chardonnay. They're so economical! Haha. Of course, these are all on a college student's budget, mind you. Anyway, try them out if you're also a wine lover. Also, recommendations are always welcome!

Anyway anyway, here are some of my favorite shots from today:

Booty curve

It's All About the Oral

Admittedly, Jarrett and I are both better at fucking than sucking. One of our goals this summer (as mentioned in Jarrett's wish list) is to improve this.

Today we returned home with full and satisfied bellies after a lavish breakfast at our favorite upscale restaurant (okay so it's Waffle House, so what), we were just hanging out in bed and I noticed that the light was hitting Jarrett quite spectacularly. I whipped out the camera and instructed that he get half naked, and proceeding to photograph the glory that is his cock.

Gallivanting in Undies

Summer weather has officially graced us with its presence. Jarrett and I decided the perfect way to celebrate was to strip down to our underwear and run around in the backyard with our mediocre camera. A good time was had by all, including you, as you're about to live vicariously through our photos.

Sweet, Sweet Rendezvous

So. J&O are reunited. At long last.
At this very moment we're lying on opposite sides of the bed, tickling each other with our toes. The last few days have been just lovely. Blissful. And filled with lots of delicious fucking.

Carpet Catharsis

I heard the creak of the screen door and then slam. Heavy footsteps up the carpeted stairs, down the carpeted hall, and through my open door. He stood there for a few moments, there on the beige carpet. We smiled slowly. Rustling the bed sheets, I suddenly flung open my arms to beckon him in, and he obliged in a swift motion while taking off his shoes, hat, glasses, then tumbled into me. We snapped instantly into a crushing embrace, squeezing each other's bodies as if we weren't sure they were real. We writhed, letting our limbs move freely between our bodies, drinking in every inch of flesh like bestial lust-thirsty fiends.

He flipped me on top and peeled off my shirt. One single pause while he held his breath, gazing upon the half naked figure of his dreams--flat belly, slightly swooping waist, round, bouncy tits--and the ravaging continued. I rip off his shirt greedily, and before I know it I'm on my back again, now completely nude. His eyes lock on my pussy lips while he slides his pants down his long, toned legs. His bare body rubs up mine, chest on chest, and I can hardly contain myself, so I don't; a moan of longing sounds from the deepest primal regions of my throat, soon smothered by the sweet fullness of his lips on mine. His kisses cover me from my face to my shoulders, down to my ribs, shivering at the mere closeness of his mouth to my hard nipples. He knows how that drives me crazy, and he drags out the gratification of his tongue, first circling my nipples with the lightest touch of his nose, then a few tentative kisses. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him desperately, he finally devours one, slicking his soft sloppy tongue over my nipple in quick succession, flicking it hard and fast, just how I like it. He doesn't even give me the satisfaction of sucking the second nipple, he just follows his tongue down to the dip between my thighs and my pubic mound.

The Art of the Self-Shot

After being active in the sex blog & Twitter arena for the past few weeks, one trend emerges with incredible force: the self-shot. As it turns out, fellow nymphos LOVE to post, share, and view nudity (but who's surprised). I've come to learn that to be exposed to all body types, seeing people comfortable in their own skin, is to be enlightened. It's really cool to know that you're in a safe place for the hot and the sex crazed, where everyone's just rockin' out with their cocks out.

But what I especially appreciate is a classy self-shot. One that obviously had some thought and effort put into it. It's hard to take pictures of yourself, especially when employing the handheld method, but there are some truly artistic self-shooters out there.

I'm going to admit to a little vanity here: I love taking pictures of myself. It's fun, it makes you feel sexy, and who knows you better than you, amiright? And I think I'm pretty good at it. I've got some porn photo skills, self-prescribed and clearly amateur as they may be. I'm sure Jarrett isn't complaining, and that's all that really matters anyway.
I've held many a self photo shoot in the past, so I thought I'd share a couple.

Dear Olivia: Just a Few Wishes

Be advised:

1. I want us to get deep into the essence and spirituality of tantric sex, letting the energy flow, building up our endurance and strengthening our relationship.

2. I want to spend a day where I have you tied down to a chair and a bed and just have my way with you repeatedly, trying all sorts of naughty, harsh shit.